Mary Nagy

I Saw You Speak To The Trees - Poem by Mary Nagy

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The sun still hadn't come up.The grass was still covered in its cool blanket of moistureas you crossed the clearingwith an ease I had never seen before.It seemed as if you knew exactly where you were goingand that you'd be welcomed once you got there.

The closer you came to the woodsthe more I watched in amazement.The trees...all of thembegan to move.No, they began to bow.It was at that moment that I wonderedif I was awake or still sleeping beside youin our bed.

With a combination of fearand excitementI rubbed my eyesto remind myself that it was early stilland my mind may be playing tricksbut...I saw it.I saw the weeping willowsas well as the mighty oaksgently bow-down while you entered your woods.You held your head high and appeared to give them a nodas if you were saying ''Good morning old friends''and then they straightened againas if all was right with the world.

I never told you I saw thisbut from that day onI knew you were no ordinary manand I was an extraordinarily lucky woman.